“Who the hell are you?” Angela asked.
“I should think that’s obvious,” the woman replied, and stepped into a ray of light pouring in from the window. “I’m you. Or I was, a long time ago.”
Angela leaned forward. The woman was at least fifty years old, but she was definitely Angela. Or at least a very convincing shapeshifter. Angela tried probing the woman’s mind but all she got was noise.
“So what is this?” Angela asked. “Time travel?”
“Well, duh,” the woman replied. “You’ve done it so many times already that it shouldn’t come as a surprise.”
“Sure, I’ve gone back a few minutes,” Angela said. “Not twenty years.”
“Look, this is a first for me, too,” Future Angela said. “I wasn’t even sure it would work, but I had to try.”
“Why, though?” Angela asked. “What’s so important about today that you’d travel back half a lifetime?”
Future Angela reached into her jacket and lifted a chain from her neck. On it hung two computer chip pendants, her own and Genesis’s. The latter was charred and split along the middle. Angela stood from the couch.
“What happened to Genesis?” she snapped.
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Future Angela said. “The important thing is that you need to get her out of the city immediately. Just make up an excuse and take her as far away as you can.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Genesis said.
The color drained out of Future Angela’s face. Angela glanced back over her shoulder. Genesis stood in the bedroom doorway with her arms crossed.
“Oh,” Angela muttered. “I, uh, didn’t realize you were still home. How much of that did you hear?”
Genesis looked right past Angela.
“I’m going to die, aren’t I?” she asked.
“Y-yes,” Future Angela stammered.